"Don’t try to understand people. You’ll lose your mind in the process and end up with no answers."
Hedonist Poet (via hedonistpoet)
I’m still trying to work out whether I’m the girl who cares too much or the girl who doesn’t care at all.
when he told me his favourite film, I knew I could love him. I’m just waiting for him to let me.
if this is my escape what am I escaping from?
I’m searching for inspiration but all I can think of is you
note: a hot boy is not as inspiring as he would have you believe
"you will never look like the girl in the magazine, the girl in the magazine doesn’t look like the girl in the magazine."
"I am broken"
I don’t know whether you think it’s beautiful or poetic or something to be ‘broken’, I don’t know what makes you think you are ‘broken’, but I don’t believe you. you are not ‘broken’. and if you already know that then stop pretending you are, there is nothing beautiful about mentally destroying yourself. and if you do truly believe you are ‘broken’ then fix yourself because this isn’t a John Green novel - a gorgeous boy isn’t going to come along and fix you, but you don’t need anybody to fix you; you can fix you, you’re the only one who can. there is nothing romantic about being ‘broken’.
this is the longest time since I’ve known you that we’ve gone without speaking and it’s not because we’re mad at each other, it’s because one of us doesn’t care anymore but I’m writing about you so I wonder who cares and who doesn’t
drinking game: shot everytime you enter my thoughts
I’d already be dead from alcohol poisoning